Only two of the assembly followed them inside. Exat-Nalan-Ra and Quetzyloc the master formally seated themselves at opposite sides of the circular lodge, facing each other, directly along the axis of the invisible line that ran from the pylon to the rising red sun. For a long time, they faced each other in silence.
Marjooquin sprinkled a handful of white powder over the fire, and it immediately burned a rich, deep blue. Harkaan had to fight to stop himself from choking in the resulting acrid smoke, but both of the old men inhaled it with grunts of obvious satisfaction. Marjooquin then tilled an earthenware cup with clear cold water from a ktrger stone jar and passed it to Conchela, who offered it first to N'Garth, then to Harkaan, and finally to Valda. After the three had drunk, the cup was handed to Exat- N. dan — Ra, who simply set it down in front of him, un tested.
They were handed a plate on which lay five lingor
Exat-Nalan-Ra looked at the other two. "You also tasted madness?"
Their faces were as blank as was expected. "I was mad." "And I."
Exat-Nalan-Ra turned to Quetzyloc, the master shaman. There was a whispered conversation. The other shaman and most of the other elders joined them in a huddled discussion. Harkaan glanced quickly at the other two. Even the death paint couldn't disguise their apprehension. The sky picked that moment to crack open in multicolored bolts of lightning. Exat-Nalan-Ra beckoned with his staff.
"You will all come."
The villagers stepped back, leaving a path that led straight to the Lodge of the Spirits, the holy sanctum that occupied pride of place in the inner ring of lodges, on a direct line between the pylon and the spot on the horizon where the red sun rose. Harkaan had only once been inside the Lodge of the Spirits, and then only for a brief moment at the culmination of his manhood trials. Now the three walked slowly forward. It was an occurrence without precedent. Nobody ever entered the Lodge of the Spirits without an elaborate and lengthy ritual of purification. They had neither eaten nor drunk nor even brushed the dust from their leggings. There was a single-mindedness about the crowd's urgency. No one had screamed out in grief for the ones who had not returned. Death and the wind overshadowed everything. The wind itself seemed to acknowledge this, dropping in a brief moment of respite. Exat-Nalan-Ra swung back the entry flap to the lodge. There was a strange new deference about the old man that had Harkaan completely at a loss. A minute earlier he had been imagining what kind of punishment the elder might have in store beans. The lingor was the plant of hidden truths. In the right circumstances, the swallowing of the bean could take a man to heightened realities. In the wrong circumstances, the lingor could drive a man to madness. Each of the three took a bean but made no attempt to swallow it. Quetzyloc placed a bean on the flat of his palm and moved his hand over it twice in a simple blessing. Then he broke the bean in two. He put one half in his mouth and extended his hand for the water. Exat-Nalan-Ra gave him the cup, and the master swallowed, then took the second half of the bean and a second swallow of water. Exat-Nalan-Ra repeated the procedure gesture by gesture. Marjooquin indicated that the three young men should do the same. They copied the blessing as best they could and placed the beans in their mouths; their water was served by the maiden.
For Harkaan, the interior of the lodge seemed to have taken on a golden luminescence. The spirits of the tribe were present in the air. He hadn't noticed before that there were tiny rock crystals sewn at intervals into the beadwork that lined the tent. Each one reflected the fire and the four oil lamps that hung from the roof. It was a moment of magic. He was inside a golden bowl of tiny burning stars.
The euphoria, though, was quick to fade. The fire sank down to an angry red. The air was no longer golden. It was the same red as the light during the battle at Great Maru River. Exat-Nalan-Ra's eyes glittered in the dark as he nodded his head.
"There is no mistake, and there can be no other explanation."
Quetzyloc also nodded, rocking backward and forward on his crossed legs. "There is no mistake."
"The Gods are coming. For the first time in five generations, the Gods are coming."
N'Garth shifted uneasily, and Marjooquin treated him to a fast look of disapproval. Neither Exat-Nalari-Ra nor Quetzyloc noticed the interchange.
"We cannot ignore the signs, and there is no other way that we can interpret them."
"The Gods are close at hand. We must accept that as fact and act accordingly."
"Everything has come about as told in song and legend, and even as written in the documents."
"The. pylon hums louder every day."
"Exactly as it is recorded and exactly as it has been predicted."
"The plains are burned, the hot winds roll the dust clouds before them, and the dust obscures the suns."
"The lightning storm splits the sky."
"It is exactly as it is recorded and exactly as it has been predicted."
"In the final stages, the young men taste of madness and deliver death one to another."
"There is no doubt. It came to pass this way in record, and it will come to pass this way again."
"There is no doubt that the Gods are almost here."
"And we must perform their will in the manner of our ancestors."
"We must perform their will in the manner of our descendants long after we are dead."
"Now and forever, obedience without end." "So be it."
"I never thought I would live to see this."
In slow unison, the two old men's heads turned toward the three youths.
"Those who kill during the madness go to the Valley of the Gods. That is the law."
Harkaan could feel the other two stiffen. His own shock exactly matched theirs. Was this to be a punishment for having killed? Did they go to the Valley of the heavily embroidered leather. "It is time they were given the stone."
Exat-Nalan-Ra was given the bundle. He unwrapped it with the slow, emphasized movements of ceremony. When the wrapping was smoothed flat on the lodge floor, it showed a representation of the birth of the suns. Inside the bundle was nothing more than a medium-sized smooth black stone, a flattened oval that looked just like a million others that could be found on any streambed. Marjooquin indicated that Harkaan should pick up the stone.
"You will hold the stone between your thumb and forefinger, extend your arm to its fullest, and very slowly move it in a circle."
Harkaan did as he was told, feeling a little absurd. It was something of an anticlimax. After all this talk of Gods, he had at least expected some fiery, magic jewel. And then, just as he was pointing it at Quetzyloc, the tip of the stone suddenly glowed a bright, pulsing red. Har-kaan's first instinct was to drop the thing like a hot coal. He quickly realized that this was not what was expected of him. He also realized that even when the stone was glowing at its brightest, it gave off no heat at all. He moved his arm again, and the glow faded. He moved it hack, and the glow returned. He looked questioningly at I \at — Nalan-Ra. The old man permitted himself the slightest of smiles. Even in these strange times, it was good to see a sense of wonder in a young man.
The stone will lead you to the Valley of the Gods. You hold the stone and move your arm as you have just done. When the stone glows, the direction in which your i i is pointing is the direction that you take. It is very simple."